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“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I exclaim. “I’m getting tired of all this chest-beating bullshit, and sick to death of the men in my life—NOT YOU HUD— thinking they can treat me like I’ve got no say in any-damn-thing!”
Beast scowls at me and then holds up his hand, the universal sign language forshut the fuck up.
Thefuckhe didn’t!
Anger courses through my veins at his bullshit attitude. I’ve had enough of men thinking they can silence me with a look or a comment or a motherfucking hand. Deciding that all of my fucks have flown out the window I decide to play dirty and get naked, because fuck him and fuck blowing hot and cold. This is my damn bedroom and if he insists on barging in uninvited he can deal with me getting changed. Pulling off my clothes until I’m down to my underwear, I grab my outfit from the wardrobe and lay it across my bed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Beast snaps, finally noticing that I’m no longer fully clothed.
I grin at him. “What does it look like? I’m getting ready.”
“No, not you, dipshit!” Beast shouts into the phone. “I’m talking to Princess.”
When I reach up to undo my bra, his eyes practically pop out of his head. Inside I chuckle. Good. Deal with me naked,arsehole. It’s not as if he hasn’t seen my tits before, so he can suck it the fuck up.
“You could look the other way,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes at him and dropping my bra to the floor. The cooler air and the way his gaze laser-focuses on my tits make my nipples pucker. When my fingers reach for my knickers, he shakes his head.
“Don’t!” he warns.
“Give me the damn phone back then!” I reply, my fingers sliding under the waistband.
His eyes narrow at me as he continues to listen to whatever it is that Hudson is saying, but he makes no move to hand my phone back. He’s trying to call my bluff. Well, he might be a man of his word, but he’ll soon learn that I’m a woman who won’t back down. “Fine!”
Slipping my fingers under the elastic of my knickers I slowly peel them down my thighs daring him to stop me.
He doesn’t.
Instead the bastard leans against the wall and licks his lips before saying, “Alright, you win. Meet us at Tales at eight,” before promptly hanging up.
Placing my phone onto the dresser he remains impassive. His gaze fixed firmly on my face. Heat creeps up my chest as my knickers fall to the floor revealing my pussy. I know for a fact that the landing strip of hair barely hides anything, so right now Beast is getting a full view of my well-tended lady garden, and it’s as un-beaver-like as you can get.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask, referring to the fact he conceded and has allowed Hudson to meet us at Tales and ignoring the fact that I’m actually completely fucking naked in front of him.
“You’re wrong, Princess. I can promise you it’shard.”
Slowly his gaze drops, lowering over my tits, stomach and finally resting on my pussy. Heat trails his gaze and centres at my core, lighting me up from the inside out.
“It shouldn’t be though, right?” I ask, and he knows full well that I’m no longer talking about Hudson but the very sizeable boner in his jeans.
“No. It fucking shouldn’t,” he states, gritting his teeth. “But just because my body is reacting the way it is, doesn’t mean I’m going to change my damn mind and act on it.”
“So leave then,” I exclaim, exasperated, turned on, confused, frustrated and wishing with all my heart that he would just give in. He rocks on his feet, glancing at the door and back again, at war with himself.
“Just get fucking dressed! We need to be at Tales within the hour.”
Snatching his gaze away he strides towards the door, and a sudden bolt of panic rips through me. “Don’t go!” I say and it comes out far more needy than I’d intended.
He reaches the door, tensing, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead, he grabs hold of the door frame with one hand, and the edge of the door with the other, his knuckles turning white from the tightness of his grip. “What the fuck now?” he asks, his back still to me.
Right? What the fuck now?
This is where I need to channel my inner badass bitch just like I did on the stage at Nine Lives. No more fucking about. I need him to understand that I’m a woman with needs, with wants and desires, and that he’s the only man I want to fulfil them. Climbing onto my bed, I settle back against the cushions and rest my hand on my lower belly as I stare at the side of his face. He’s trying so damn hard to fight this connection, and I know I shouldn’t push it, but I want him and I want him to want me too. So fucking much.
“Even though I’m a virgin, I’m not innocent, Beast,” I say, my fingers edging between my parted legs.
“It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a virgin or experienced. I told you this ain’t happening!”
My heart thunders inside my chest at what I’m about to do but I push on, willing him to turn around, willing him to let go of his restraint. “I’ll be eighteen in just over a week. You’re only five years older than me. My dadlikesyou. I know you want me. I’ve made it clear that I want you. Why torture yourself, why torture me?”
